Page 1678 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

Besides, they are our outward consciences,
And preachers to us all; admonishing
That we should dress us fairly for our end. [10]
Thus may we gather honey from the weed,

And make a moral of the devil himself.
Enter Erpingham.
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham:
A good soft pillow for that good white head

Were better than a churlish turf of France. [15]

ERPINGHAM
Not so, my liege − this lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, “Now lie I like a king”.

KING HENRY
’Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example; so the spirit is eased:

And when the mind is quicken’d, out of doubt, [20]
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave, and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.

Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas. Brothers both,
Commend me to the princes in our camp; [25]
Do my good morrow to them, and anon
Desire them all to my pavilion.

GLOUCESTER
We shall, my liege.

ERPINGHAM
Shall I attend your grace?

KING HENRY
No, my good knight;
Go with my brothers to my lords of England: [30]
I and my bosom must debate awhile,

And then I would no other company.